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I have been smitten. So easily I am even doubting whether this is
infatuation or something that is real and there to stay. It's confusing. Yet
incidences like this happen, especially out of the woods. They are not cast in
isolation since they may have happened sometimes back to a bloke like yours
truly.
So
one morning while I was heading to work, a pretty lady came and sat next to me.
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. Before I noticed the infectious smile that
had lightened up her pretty face, I noticed something. The legs. She was in a
tight fitting light blue jeans that gives mental illusions and I can’t deny that the legs
were finely contoured. She was petite. There is something sexy about petite
women. They make me more virile and masculine. I usually find them attractive
and more aesthetically pleasing to my brain and hence I feel comfortable and in
control. This in turn induces some Oxycontin in my system and if she first
breaks the ice and strikes up a conversation with me, that’s it. That means my testosterone
levels rise and though I fear strangers, there are some who make you want to
seize the chance without further ado.
“Hii
place iko mbali na town,” she asked. However, I
never noticed the coastal accent as it sounded more Nairobish.
“Sio sana,” I replied.
As
a matter of fact, I was already late for work. When it comes to timing, being
on time means you are late according to a certain wise-man. The Israeli leader was in
town and a major traffic snarl up had ensued since the major highway was
cleared to allow for swift movement by the highly guarded head of state. I
noticed a chopper hovering just a few metres from the ground. Indeed, security
was tight. Luckily, this was a blessing in disguise on my part. Incidences like this come
once in a million.
We
did alight because a certain donda had
intimated that there was no motion beyond the place we were. Our conversation
never continued beyond me answering the question. Something though is for sure.
Pretty girls can be more confident especially when they are sure about themselves.
She was like a those annoying blog posts that want you to click the link to
find out what is inside. Which am not usually tempted to do because of the
bundles thingy given that the gen you may get may be stale, repetitive or
cheesy.
I
decided to walk behind her just to find out if she was enthused as I was in
continuing our conversation. I easily noticed that her eyes were looking at me
from an angle even though I was behind her. Since there were many people walking
in the same direction, I did not want to lose track of her. I wanted to explore
my imagination further. However, she was in a trench coat that concealed the obviously
pure elements so I was left guessing what could she be hiding beneath the coat.
Being
the don’t care that I am, I decided to take the bulls by its horns, ‘kama
mbaya sawa’. I am the shy type of guy. So I must do a little bit of
math because it was now my turn to explore the conversation further.
However,
since there was a sea of humanity headed to town, there was a certain jamaa who
was also curtailing my efforts to walk with this chiquitta. He was relentlessly
by her side and this made my ego really bruised. I was seething with rage inside
because he looked like a salesman. Which is my current profession in a certain
tier one bank where am still a rookie who has not made any sale though my leads
are looking prospective each and every day.
I
think there is something sexy about telling a lady that you work. What’s more,
if that is her dream career, she even becomes more servile. I managed to outwit
the bloke blocking my way from this new flame and I don’t remember how the
conversation started or continued. It was just something flawless without those
ahs and ehs that I sometimes struggle with to maintain a conversation with a new
lady. I am the macho type of man. When I take control, I want the lady am with
to listen to me or I listen to her as we converse without her causing a scene
that may have an egg on my face.
I
got to ask her about so many things. I remember how my inquisitive nature once landed
me in trouble with a certain lady and I had to save face by quickly exiting like a rained on cat. Luckily,
this lady was coy and reticent. Even though I still lacked manners in how I did
handle her, she did not look disturbed as I prodded her with one question after
the other.
Let
me call her Amina, a colloquial name because I even forgot what her real name
is. It’s tricky and demeaning reasking a lady her name. But I think the M-pesa magic can easily
work out. She told me she was graduate
from Cooperative university in Karen. Had always wanted to have a career as a
banker and worked for a famous online shop as warehouse attendant specializing
in mobile phones. Having previously worked in an online shop, there was an easy
way to gel. As opposed to her, I worked in the IT section or driving sales via
the website. She executes the orders after a sale has been found which means
someone has to have his act right in terms of ensuring the site is in operation or else, she will be out of work if the mass
media were to be denied the access of internet.
We
walked for close to one kilometer together engaging in trivial chats and
laughter about the frustrations and good side of being an employee. And in due
course, she removed her coat. I think she read my mind and did that deliberately
because I was stealing glances at her waiting for that opportune moment. She
was fine. Not excessively fine such that she attracts many onlookers (team
mafisi) as this could have made me quite uncomfortable. I wanted to find a way
of walking with our hands interlocked but given that I was in semi-formal dress
code and her in casual wear because that is what she should be in, and given
that this was our first time meeting, I regrettably never did that.
Hasta La Vista Baby.
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